The Joy
The Throne Lyrics

A little sugar, honey suckle lamb
An endearing term of affection used to describe a loved one

A grave expression of happiness
Being sincerely happy and grateful

Boy, you could'nt miss with a dozen roses
A gesture of romance that is sure to impress

Such would astound you
It's so impressive that it would surprise and amaze you

The joy of children laughing around you
The happiness that comes from the innocent and carefree laughter of children

These are the makings of you
These experiences and sentiments are what shape and define a person

It is true, the makings of you, oh
These experiences really do shape and define a person

I do it for the fore-fathers and the street authors
My work is inspired by and dedicated to those who came before me and those who write their own stories in the streets

That are not A&R's in the cheap office
Those who are not record executives working in a low-rent office

Rappers that never got signed but they keep offers
Talented rappers who were never signed by a record label but continue to get offers

Girls thats way too fine for us to keep off us
Women who are so attractive that we can't resist them

Gave her a handshake only for my man's sake
I greeted her with just a handshake out of respect for my friend

She in her birthday suit cause of the damn cake
She's naked because of the cake we were eating at her birthday party

Now there's crumbs all over the damn place
The cake crumbs have made a mess everywhere

And she want me to cum all over her damn face
She wants me to ejaculate on her face

I never understood planned parenthood
I never understood why someone would plan to become a parent, especially in poor neighborhoods

Cause I never met nobody plan to be a parent in the hood
I've never met anyone who planned to become a parent while living in a poor neighborhood

Taking refills of that plan B pill
Using emergency contraception repeatedly

Another shorty that won't make it to the family will
Another child who won't make it to adulthood or be able to have a family themselves

If I don't make it, can't take it, hope the family will
If I die, I hope my family can handle it

They aint crazy they don't know how insanity feel
My family can't relate to the pressures of the music industry, but they're still supportive

Don C just had a shorty so it's not that bad
Don C recently had a baby, giving me hope for my own future

But I still hear the ghosts of the kids I never had
Despite the hope, I still think about the children I never got to have

No Electro, no metro, a little retro, I perfecto
My style is a bit retro but without being too electronic or modern, and it's perfect

You know the demo, ya boy act wild
You know my style and my personality - I act wild

You aint get the memo, Yeezy's back in style
If you weren't aware, my style is back in fashion

Now when Rome go Gidget the other got Bridget
When one situation goes wrong, there's always another situation to take its place

What's more tripped out though is they sisters
What's even stranger is that the two situations are related

Nah, you aint listen, they black, they sisters
No, you're not understanding me - the two situations are related because they're sisters, and are black

They momma named them after white bitches
Despite being black, their mother named them after white women

So next time you see me on your fallopian
Next time you hear about me or see me around

Though the Jewelry's Egyptian, know the hunger's Ethiopian
Although my jewelry is exorbitant, I still feel a hunger for more success and recognition

Stupid questions like 'Is he gon' be dope again?
When people ask if I'm going to make great music again (as if I ever stopped)

Have You seen him? Has anybody spoke to him?'
People wondering if they've seen or talked to me, as if I'm some sort of enigma

This beat deserves Hennessy, a bad bitch and a bag of weed: the Holy Trinity
This music deserves to be enjoyed with expensive liquor, attractive companions, and cannabis - the perfect combination

In the mirror where I see my only enemy
I'm my own worst enemy

Your life's cursed, well mine's an obscenity
While you may think your life is cursed, mine is so scandalous and morally inappropriate that it's almost obscene

This is my momma' shit
This is the type of music my mother used to listen to

I used to hear this through the walls in the hood when I was back in my pyjama shit
I remember hearing this song playing through the thin walls of my home while I was still living in my childhood neighborhood

Afros and marijuana sticks, seeds and the ganja hat will be popping like the sample that I'm rhyming with
I'm referencing the fashions and habits of the past, but they're fitting in perfectly with the beat and flow that I'm rapping to right now

Pete Rock, let the needle drop
I'm giving a shoutout to legendary hip-hop producer Pete Rock, asking him to drop the needle on the next song

I seen so much as a kid they surprised I don't needle pop
I've been exposed to so much violence and drug use as a child, it's a surprise that I never became a heroin addict

Taking sips of pop, six packs of millanips
Drinking soda and having small snacks, like packs of crackers or cookies

Pink champel, Valentine L
Drinking pink champagne and wearing Valentine Louboutin shoes

Bally's on my feet help me balance out well
Wearing Bally shoes help me stay balanced and fashionable

That and the shit I used to balance on the scale
Referring to the drugs he used to sell or distribute to make a living

I got it, honest, from the parties from my momma's
I learned how to party and have fun from my mother's parties in the past

Virgin Mary's try to judge her, I'm like 'where the Madonna's now?'
People who pretend to be pure and holy try to judge my mother, but where are they now? They can't compete with her or her legacy

Give all glory to Gloria, they said 'you raised that boy too fast, but you was raising a warrior'
I give all the credit to my mother, Gloria, as people used to criticize her for raising me too quickly, but in reality she was helping me become a strong and resilient individual

We victorious, they'll never take the joy from us
We are victorious and no one can steal our happiness or success

Keep you hands up, get mine up
Let's keep our hands up to show our energy and enthusiasm

Don't let them take your fire
Don't let anyone extinguish your passion and drive

Yeaaaah, okay
An expression of approval and enthusiasm for the good vibes

It's Pete Rock, Kanye, One, two, okay
Introducing the artists responsible for the song